The taste of cherry, that laid on her lips
The smile of happiness when she grinned
The way she danced, the sway of the hips
Just a thought lost in the wind

The rise of sun, the cast of dawn
The fall of the moon, the glisten in the stars
Beauty that seems to only be drawn
A glimpse as if smoke from a cigar

Faded into a book of time
For where it stops just for a moment
Hovering over, waiting to be climbed
Till the day she's finally chosen

The glimmer that sets, upon her hair
Hoping to catch that single glare
A woman that holds all to fair
If only she know how much I care

So many times I thought I answered
But only to see the stakes have changed
Every time I look up at him
He shoots me down to the abyss below
Where I have to crawl just to reach my goal
To find out how I can be whole
Dark and damp its cold inside
The monster that decides to hide
I fight to find, inside who I am
A Sheppard looking for his lost lambs
As if the tattoo jumped of my skin
Searching for my long lost twin
The image of me has faded away
Darkness unable to be kept at bay
Surging through me like a beam of black
My life hung up upon the plaque
The tears want to drop, I just want to cry
Why can't I find myself, WHO am I?

My head, it hurts, pieces of glass inside. The glass stained with pictures, the pictures full of purpose. As i smoked the cigarette yesterday I asked myself, an endless abyss of 'what if's' and 'have not'. The pain, it hurts, but i find purpose beneath it. A duty i have to fulfill
It's an addiction i need to feed, It's the water to life, It's the person i need to keep happy, to keep fulfilled.
And they must be happy, no matter the cost of my own
Like Autumn days and night, the warm tender kiss of the sun. The Moon, shining off its glorious radiant light even if it can not be seen
With out it, we are nothing
Without you, I am nothing
I meant to tell you since the day we met, but someone else fell into your light
Hypnotized, by the trance of love

This feeling, leaves me speechless
The thought of you on my mind
Unable to reach that first kiss
If only I could slow down time
A bliss image of what I want in my arms
This feeling of pain over powers me
At the sight of your lovely charms
Leaves me to blind to even see
As if I am your sword and shield
I'd fight for you with all my will
With only my heart in my hands to wield
Just the thought of that emotes a thrill
I may not be the one who holds you heart
But i'd protect it till my very last breath
For this feeling shall not be torn apart
Till the day I meet with Death
My lips go numb, they've become weak
My lungs gap for a widen breath
When I look at you, I cannot speak

Freedom, the beauty in the word itself. Free, to break control of that those have on you. Dictators, Leaders, Nobles, Aristocrats, all of them seem to hang our freedom in their scales. Their scales of right and wrong, contradicting what they see fit, To spread our wings and fly, is the divine goal, but how do we fly, when THEY have clipped our wings, when we allow others to put us in a cage. Under lock and key, strained from our movements. Like puppets tied to strings. They decide our actions, our movements, even our decisions to an extant. Can we be truly free, can we take the reigns back into our hands, after it has been ripped. Can we break from the cell we were put in. Only time will tell. For like a clock, we seem to always circle back, after moving forward for so long.

Society, when we speak this word what do you think? What do you perceive? Do you see it as a symbol, to which we crave for. Or just another group, telling what to do? Commanding, something we fought years for, to be free.. yet are we truly free? Free, the word used to build hope, faith, and wars. Wars useless, maybe not. We crave for it. Look for it even, Why? Because Wars are fights, fights between two or more parties thinking their stand point is correct. Perception, a word used through ones mind to try and persuade others that  they are correct. Correction, no one wants to be wrong. We instead make lies, and stretch truths, to makes us look smart. Think of this, cause this is how I see Society, This is how others see society, so tell me...Which stand point will you accept now?

Happiness, What creates it? what is happiness? for some, happiness is money, wealth. Others, happiness is life itself. Others find it fulfilling a purpose. Purpose? Is there really such a thing? a slave to be bound to a singular entity, for eternity to come. Are we all slaves? feeding the machine that is called life, is there reason behind it? I know my purpose, to bring happiness to people. Solipsism, the idea, that the world. only a picture, of a subconscious artist slaving away at his canvas The artist, his world. the one he creates, The one he sees. the one where he exists. And if there is even, even the slightest amount of truth. Behind the Artists mind. You Are The Most Beautiful Thing I Could Perceive.